my life was rocking,
then it suddenly stood
still
the day the earth shook.
And then i rolled.
Round and round
and round.
I was removed from the rubble.
I have been saved from the mound.
I saw the light.
Unlike those continued to be
trapped beneath,
I am free.
But.
The dirt and grime and mud and filth
Have seeped inside my veins,
Yet to be cleansed
Yet to be washed away -
By time.
And space.
If i roll enough,
Will my life rock again?
4 comments:
sounds like you've been to haiti? hehehe kidding.
sometimes we're up, sometimes down when we're rolling. so keep on rolling.
thanks greg. it happened on the day of the haiti quake...
Roll. and You. Still. ROCK. \m/
:)
sure, it will. ΓΌ
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